Holy Week 2011: Good Friday

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
and I love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
Chorus:
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
where I all of my sins have laid down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
I’m redeemed, wear my blood-washed new gown.

To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he'll call me some day to my home far away,
where his glory forever I'll share.
Chorus:
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
where I all of my sins have laid down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it someday for a crown.

Chorus:
So God’s church commenced there at the cross,
in his blood we are bonded and free;
I will cherish the old rugged cross,
serve my Saviour and new family.

Chorus:
Jesus called at the old rugged cross:
“Why my God, why did you forsake me!”
as he suffered my hell, all my loss,
God abandoned him on Calvary.

Chorus:
Jesus thirsts at the old rugged cross.
He, the water of life, suffered loss;
Jesus quenched all my longing that day,
as his life on the alter he laid.

Chorus:
It is finished, he cried on that cross,
it is finished, my work I have done.
He completed salvation that day,
he redeemed me,
God’s merciful Son.

Chorus:
Jesus died, yes he died on that cross,
as he breathed his last breath on that day.
In our dear Father’s hand he was then,
as his life on the alter he laid.